bwhaha!

Yes, YES! My masterpiece - she is complete! That is, the website I've been working on is up. It's not terribly impressive, but I like its clean and simple layout. Behold [lord and] ladybird, a shrine to Ganondorf and Malon! *lightning crashes in the background*

Could I be anymore dorky?

Now I need to write stories so that I'll actually have soemthing in the fanfiction section.

i just can't make myself write a sex scene

Ganondorf's shadow blocks the sun completely and for a moment I can appreciate the symbolic nature of his movement. But then he steps aside and I stop thinking philosophically and return to reality. There is no deep meaning, no subplot, no secret hidden within him. He is Ganondorf, Dark Lord of Hyrule, and I am Malon, farmgirl of Lon Lon Ranch. We are as we appear. Our story is simple.

this didn't end as i had intended

Malon curled into her lover's back, basking in the warmth of his body. Though the room had been charmed to remain warm even in the coldest night of winter, Malon couldn't help but shiver as she gazed into the night.

Something inside her felt empty, somehow, as if her heart had disappeared from inside leaving behind a cavern in her chest. She pushed herself harder against Ganondorf's back and wrapped an arm around his waist, securing herself against the void.

She considered waking him and ordering him to turn around and wrap her in his arms, but she remained silent. He was probably already awake; Malon had yet to catch him slumbering. He was, therefore, choosing to ignore her.

Malon's mouth turned down into a frown. She scooted backwards, away from Ganondorf's muscled back and velvety skin, and sat up to survey her surrounds. Feeling magnaminous, she gave him a couple of second to turn around on his own accord, but he failed to do so, thus forcing her to take measures into her own hands.

Preoccupied with heavier things, Ganondorf hadn't noticed his mistress' movement until a small hand planted itself firmly on his side.

More interesting though, was Malon's loud whoop as she hurtled over him and landed, for some reason, on the ground next to the bed.

That, Malon thought as she flew off the side of the mattress, did not go as well as expected.